Bronze Nazareth feat. Willie The Kid - Malcolm Manuscripts paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Malcolm Manuscripts - Bronze Nazareth , Willie The Kid



Mink Coats Carolina fish boats
The script wrote
Thick ropes, club outside
Thick chalk body lied
Momma cried
Got the first 48 outside
Camera's never lied
Visualize rolling as the sheep die
Knee high to a maybach
Fuck that - trade that, for her soul
She disapear like aerosol
Marisol my Rican Pecan Peeking all thru your soul
Who you know roll tighter blunts straight off parole?
Black hole in her heart
Saxophone in the dark
Noah's ark yachts flowing hard
She's blowing spark
Impartial, I'm partially cuthroat
You def dumb blind but you talk most
The utmost, I'm king
You had the Ivory coast No Ring
Ringside seats where we shine the most
Like lotion under lighting
Exciting sight seeing
A mic fiend plus a pipe dream
It's so enlightening to her dark world
A young pearl, deceptive vision
Me no collision with rat
I leave the trap for the lychmen
Im a kingpin
Autobiography of Malcolm, left in the kitchen
On some real shit I did some ill shit
I tried to save a black rose from wilted
I saw the diamond in the coal the true shine of the gold
So I told her leave the pig alone
You shouldn't live alone
Read this malcolm x manuscript until it hits home
On some real shit I did some ill shit
I tried to save a black rose from wilted
I saw the diamond in the coal the true shine of the gold
So I told her leave the pig alone
You shouldn't live alone
Read this malcolm x manuscript until it hits home
The teacher told Malcolm little
With skin tone like yours you belong outdoors
Said Jesus was a carpenter to soften the
Comment that he made effort to reenslave
Not a tear came
Invisible pain painted quite plain on the plane
Safari full of wolves sheep's clothes on the hooves
Hovering souls soul mates kiss a humble abode
Ignorance is bliss Lord bless those
Children and fools without a clue
Barefooted Sarajevo high sniffing shoe glue
Glued to my chair one finger in the air
Took shahada in my
Main man kitchen right then and there
The unclear became clear
Cop in Montclair for my son taking time out to explain Cartoons flashin on the flat screen
Allergic to the vaccine
The Side effects became worse than the sickness
Afflicted my diction is distant
Addicted to whatever seems cool
Not a fool but I'm foolish
On some real shit
On some real shit I did some ill shit
I tried to save a black rose from wilted
I saw the diamond in the coal the true shine of the gold
So I told her leave the pig alone
You shouldn't live alone
Read this malcolm x manuscript until it hits home
On some real shit I did some ill shit
I tried to save a black rose from wilted
I saw the diamond in the coal the true shine of the gold
So I told her leave the pig alone
You shouldn't live alone
Read this malcolm x manuscript until it hits home



Writer(s): Willie Jackson, Justin Cross, Kyle Music Harewood


Bronze Nazareth feat. Willie The Kid - Thought for Food, Vol. 3
Album Thought for Food, Vol. 3
date de sortie
24-11-2014



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